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28. You Sound Nervous, Princess
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Slave To The Mafia Alpha 45. Why Do You Make It Hard To Hate You
Rayna I let the hot water beat down my back, trying to wash away the ache in my muscles—and maybe the entire disaster that was today. My body was wrecked, but it was my mind that wouldn’t stop spinning. Every memory of Reeves’ face, his anger, the sharp edge in his tone—it all looped in my head like a broken record. I still didn’t understand his outburst. One second he was furious, the next… remorseful. I didn’t know whether to be mad, hurt, or just tired of it all. Mostly I tired. I just wanted— The door slammed open. I froze at the sound, glancing around the room . Just one break, that’s all I ask the goddess for but I’m guessing she hates seeing me rest. The water kept running, echoing in the silence. I turned the knob off fast, the room suddenly too quiet. “Who’s there?” I spluttered, voice catching in the back of my throat. There was nothing, no footsteps or sign that anyone was there with me. My pulse pounded against my ribs, so loud it hurt. “Sven?” I call
Slave To The Mafia Alpha 44. You Are In Hell, Rayna
Rayna~ I stared at my reflection in the mirror and almost dove straight back under the covers. There were bruises everywhere—my neck, wrists, waist. Everything hurt. Not just the aching muscle kind of hurt, but the type that made me pray for divine intervention from the goddess. And my throat? Goddess, it burned like hell. Sven had been thoughtful enough to lay my training gear on the bed and have breakfast sent up. My phone buzzed, and I practically lunged for it even though only one person had my number. Sven: Up already, princess? I stepped out for work. Will be back late, but early for dinner. I blinked at the screen. Did he just… text me to tell me about his day? Goddess, please tell me he didn’t misunderstand our situation and what last night was. I was just returning his kindness, that’s all. And maybe dodging his annoying questions about Dana before I lost it. I groaned, dragging my hand down my face as I took a sip of coffee. The heat burned down my sore throat, bu
Slave To The Mafia Alpha 43. You Look Stunning, Princess
Sven~If someone had told me Rayna would be here on her knees, eyes wide for me I would have scoffed and called them a liar.I blocked Vuk out from this, the last thing I needed was him messing this up. Shit, she was so… I barely managed to get in a quick nod before I was taking her mouth again with gratefulness and a desperate kind of urgency. “Eyes on me as you take my cock, Menace,” I said as I gently pulled on her hair.Her hands were on my thighs, clinging and digging in, as she angled her knees and lowered her mouth to my cock, and those words met a swift death. I carefully took her hair in both of my hands and held it back from her face. And then she parted her supple, swollen lips.Her first lick over the wet tip of my dick was explosive. The second down the side was more than enough to kill me. But I desperately clung onto consciousness as pleasure wound my body tight. I wasn’t going to die before I had the chance to see my Menace’s bratty mouth stuffed full of my coc
Slave To The Mafia Alpha 42. What's The Problem, Menace?
Rayna~ I brushed past him to the little table by the window where I’d left the plates. The air between us felt heavier than before, like it was waiting for something to snap. “Princess, can I speak to you for a second?” Sven’s voice cut through the silence, calm but careful. I turned, a small smile tugging at my lips. I’d grown oddly fond of that nickname—princess. Still, I missed when he called me menace. That one had bite; it felt like it actually belonged to me. “What about?” I asked, keeping my tone light even though his looked anything but. Maybe it was stupid, but these little moments made it easy to want to please him. Definitely not because he was a virgin and every wicked hormone in me wanted to ruin him—nope. Definitely not that. “It’s about yesterday,” he said finally, eyes dropping to the floor like the words were too heavy to carry. That was new. Sven avoiding eye contact? My curiosity perked right up. I crossed the room, the wood creaking softly beneath my feet,
Slave To The Mafia Alpha 41. Sven Might As Well Be A Monk
Rayna~ My eyes fluttered open and I gasped, lungs burning with the shock of being awake. The ceiling above me was blurry, I blinked away the sleep still present in my eyes. Letting the soft sheets and the smell of Choco and— Sven? I looked down. His shirt, half-unbuttoned, hung loose around me. Not my dress. My pulse hammered, how did I get back to the pack house? A low sound came from the corner—someone clearing their throat. “You fucking scared me!” I blurted, clutching the collar of his shirt like that would help. My heart thudded against my ribs so hard it hurt. He didn't move a bit, he just stood with arms folded, eyes sweeping ky bare legs before meeting mine again. His stare didn't falter a bit, instead it grew more intense. “What’s with that look?” I asked, skin prickling under the weight of his gaze. His mouth tugged into a smirk. “Just thinking about how I’m going to punish your pretty self, menace.” Punish. The memory laced with that word slammed
Slave To The Mafia Alpha 40. Take The Reins, Daddy
40 Sven~ Carlos took over the guard I had pinned. I crouched to Arnaldo's level, my fingers digging into his hair as I forced his head forward. My eyes burned with pure control. I traced her heel up to her mid-thigh where she angled her leg. Heat coiled low in my chest, and I forced my mind to ignore the thoughts trying to sneak in. I could feel every beat of Rayna’s confidence, every ounce of power she radiated. It made my blood both sing and simmer. ‘wanna roll your tong—” I shook my head, silencing the horny bastard I called my wolf. Arnaldo hissed through his teeth, his resistance weak against my grip. I leaned closer, letting him see the full weight of my patience wearing thin. “You know, this was supposed to be an easy conversation,” I said, voice low, eyes locked on him. “I ask you a question and you answer nicely.” “But you… you chose to disrespect my delta in my presence,” I continued, letting each word hang in the air. “Now, I could forgive you for drugging her, but
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